Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.